The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cellar smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that had long since permeated the wool of Sir Elias Thorne’s doublet and settled into the marrow of his bones. He sat on a cold flagstone, his knees drawn up to his chest, holding a small, tarnished silver spoon in his left hand, turning it over and under with a dexterity that belied the tremor shaking the...

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